I can be found on the dessert just lounging around with pricky body waiting for you wave back and say Hi.

Lined with walls of privacy, Or, perhaps, proudly displayed. Gentle, tender, care for me, I'll give you things, Which you'll then claim to have made

Some may refer to me as a valley but I think my name sounds sweeter My first letter matches the first of my color and I think that makes me neater

You spit me out with your breath You burn me , adorn me , and make sheets of me Civilizations depend on me , for I am in all things living These are my many forms What is my true identity?

I can be Red, Yellow or White, To tell you the truth I'm just the colour of light. I remember your youth And I'll see your last days, Unless in eight minutes You'll no longer gaze.